Meet Colby

Is it too soon? Part of me feels definitely yes. I'm not ready to love another pet again so soon. I don't want to. Part of me is pretty certain I will never love another cat again as much as I loved Travyss.

Another part of me knows that Zharo needs a playmate. He's still young, and he loved to attack Travyss and try to get him to play. We're at work the majority of the day, and I feel bad just leaving Zharo there alone.

Part of me just welcomes the distraction. It's hard to feel sad when you have a joyful, mischievous kitten running around the house.

Part of me always wanted an orange cat. Specifically, an orange female with blue eyes. Colby's a boy with murky green-brown eyes. Close enough.

Will I always be sad when I think of how he came to live with us? Maybe. When I first heard that a co-worker had kittens that needed homes, my response was that I already had two beautiful boys of my own at home. But then that afternoon...that suddenly wasn't true anymore.

A few days later, Sharon had poked her head into the office again to double-check if anyone might be interested in kittens. "Let me see 'em", I said. Almost, not thinking, not feeling...it's only looking, not committing. We looked at some pics and I forwarded some to Francisco, and we decided to drive out to her house and meet the kittens that weekend.

And then Colby came home.